This is a song about "Gold wrist"

Yeah that motor be the fastest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

You gotta go all day for that gold

That means i wanna be the highest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

But like the diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

Before your wrist is snapped

They got me trapped

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.